The forgotten taste of crushed vowels

imaginea utilizatorului marlena

between two words the voice
loses its balance
glides on its reflection
in corners flashes of shadow
the speakers the writers buried
and in the mouth
the forgotten taste of crushed vowels


One can almost “taste” this poem, Marlena, a poem where it seems you have stopped at the flavour of unspoken words, of buried nuances that lie between two heard words.

I've seen last night "The fight club" and I remembered the idea that you only utter vowels with a gun in your mouth